Inspired by earlier status post:
Laundry Day
James Dean is drowning in my dirty laundry.
One day, maybe 10 years ago, I just stopped growing. I stopped getting any taller at all. In fact, I have shrunk since then, on account of the muscular dystrophy. The muscles don’t just get thinner; they get shorter. So, I have these fucked up legs that are thankfully, visibly “model skinny”, instead of visibly “fucked up”.
When i stopped getting any taller, my clothes accumulated. They say to “dress for the job you want”, so, I acquired clothes and got some expensive hand-me-downs along the way because when I grow up, I want to be rich and hot. That is the job I want. So far it hasn’t gotten me very far, but perhaps its just because to be something “when I grow up”, I have to grow up first.
I acquired so many clothing items that I could wear a different outfit every day for a few months if I wanted or maybe more depending on how smelly I am. Which depends a lot on the season. Its been winter, i haven’t worn a different outfit every day; not by a long shot. But its happened. James Dean is drowning in my laundry. Or, at least not totally; maybe not drowning. But, my pile of laundry is now covering half of my wall-size James Dean poster. I guess it’s laundry day; and maybe time to buy more hangers too.
